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Jan 2019
I wake up from a nightmare once again. Sweating bullets and hyperventilating. I look around in my dark, cold room. It takes me a minute to gather myself up. I check to see what the time says; 4:30. Same time I always wake up from the horrific dream. I can't even go back to sleep cause I would just end up in the same place, same darkness, same hell.
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